Nicki Minaj – Majesty [ft. Eminem & Labrinth]. Lyrics & Meaning: A Royal Proclamation of Unrivaled Dominance

Ever have one of those days where you feel absolutely on top of your game? Like you’ve worked so hard, and now you’re finally seeing the results, making you feel completely unstoppable. You walk with a little more confidence, you speak with a bit more certainty, and for a moment, the world feels like it’s yours. Now, imagine bottling that feeling, cranking the volume up to a hundred, and giving it a crown. That’s the exact vibe you get from “Majesty.” But this track is so much more than a simple confidence booster; it’s a layered story of power, legacy, and a bold warning to anyone who dares to challenge the throne. Let’s peel back the layers of this royal anthem.

Unpacking the Royal Decree in “Majesty” by Nicki Minaj, Eminem, and Labrinth

From the moment Labrinth’s smooth voice kicks in, the stage is set. He isn’t just singing a hook; he’s playing the role of a loyal subject, completely mesmerized and devoted to his queen. His chorus is a pledge of allegiance.


Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
Whatever you want, you can have from me

He’s a “sucker” for her, and that catchy “Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang” feels less like a simple pop hook and more like the rhythmic, hypnotic chant of a royal court celebrating their ruler. It creates an atmosphere of grandeur before the queen even speaks a word.

The Queen Takes Her Throne

And when she does speak, wow, does she make an entrance. Nicki Minaj doesn’t just rap her verses; she delivers a coronation speech. She’s not asking for the crown; she’s reminding everyone that she’s been wearing it all along. She paints a vivid picture of her success, not with vague boasts, but with specific, tangible symbols of her power.


I got the money and the power now
The G5’ll get me out there in an hour now

Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue

She’s talking about private jets and luxury car deals, making it clear this isn’t a fantasy. This is her reality. Nicki’s flow is sharp and assertive, cutting down any potential rivals with surgical precision. She dismisses them as “sissies” and copycats, reinforcing her position as an untouchable original. The second half of her verse becomes a direct warning, culminating in one of the most powerful lines in the song.


Jealousy is a disease, die slow

That’s not just a diss; it’s a diagnosis. She sees envy as a sickness that consumes her rivals from the inside out, while she remains powerful and unaffected.

The King’s Fiery Defense

Just when you think the royal declaration is complete, Eminem, the Rap God himself, storms the castle. His verse is a whirlwind of technical brilliance and sharp commentary. It starts off with a seemingly unrelated story about a rendezvous, but it quickly pivots into something much deeper. When his side piece dismisses old-school hip-hop, Em uses it as a launchpad to defend the entire genre and, by extension, his own legacy within it.

He positions himself as a doctor for a sick genre, needing a “Q-Tip for the culture,” a clever nod to the legendary rapper from A Tribe Called Quest. From there, he unleashes a torrent of intricate rhymes and metaphors, accelerating his flow to a breathtaking pace. It’s a pure showcase of lyrical athleticism, designed to leave no doubt about his skill. But the most crucial part comes at the very end, where he ties his entire verse back to the song’s central theme.


Let me keep it one hundred
Two things shouldn’t be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband
Last thing you’re gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

Boom. In one move, he aligns himself with Nicki, not as a guest feature, but as her king. They are the royal couple of rap, and his verse serves as a fierce, protective warning to anyone who would dare speak ill of them. He’s the formidable knight defending the queen’s honor.

Lyrics: "Majesty" by Nicki Minaj (ft. Eminem & Labrinth)

[Labrinth:] Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Nicki Minaj:] Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5’ll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin’ like crack, I’m sellin’ powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
I’m buyin’ buildings, we don’t buy the blogs
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

[Labrinth:] ‘Cause I’m a sucker for you
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Nicki Minaj:] Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke ’em like hippies now
They see me, say, “Yippie,” now
Homes runnin’ like Griffey now
They switchin’ like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches tune switchin’ up
We take ’em to Jiffy now
I’m thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin’ like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His missus like sippi now, uh

[Labrinth:] Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Eminem:] She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh, wifey’s in Chicago (oh, oh)
My side piece, but she’s also
Someone’s wife, so time we spend is borrowed
But it’s our moment right here, fuck tomorrow
‘Cause moments like these are to die for and she’s clear all
Nice and easy as hair when I’m bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle

She’s tipsy, I’m sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, “All that old school hip-hop is over
Think that shit’s got pneumonia”
I told her, “Bitch, now, just hold up!”
That’s why rap needs a doctor
Our genre’s lymph nodes are swole up
It’s time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
‘Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That’s why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the culture

Speed it up a little bit!
You ain’t dealin’ with a fuckin’ featherweight
I used to medicate until I’d get a fuckin’ bellyache
And now I’m finna step on the pedal, don’t wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, I’ll make the motherfucker detonate
I wanna make it acappella, wait, I gotta set a date
With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hell awaits, and I’ma get a special place…now
Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
I’ma take the driver’s seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like I’m a meteorite, and motherfuck the fucking media
Right in the behind, I’m a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And you’re never gonna reach these heights
They’re just too high to reach
And I ain’t even reached my fuckin’ highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
‘Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe, it ain’t shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And I’m back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic
Anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it one hundred
Two things shouldn’t be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband
Last thing you’re gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

[Labrinth:] Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Nicki Minaj:] Yo, let me hit you back
Told ’em I’d get you back
I know you sittin’ there just thinkin’ ’bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin’, did you pack?
Can’t post on Nicki block unless you sellin’ Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act
Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback
Ha, piggyback, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah

Out ah road, they lovin’ my style (Style)
The man them want digits for dial (Dial)
Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know (I know)
And when I come out, y’all suicidal (‘Cidal)
Yeah, on the real, I’m these bitches’ idol (Idol)
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival (Rival)
‘Cause I’m too powerful (‘Cause I’m too powerful)
And you not powerful (Yeah, you not powerful)
So say your prayers ’cause you ’bout to die slow (Die slow)
Die slow (Die slow), die slow (Die slow)
Jealousy is a disease, die slow (Die slow)
Die slow (Die slow), die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow

More Than Just Bragging: The Core Message

Beneath all the bravado and lyrical fireworks, “Majesty” is a powerful anthem about self-worth and the fruits of relentless hard work. It’s a celebration of reaching the pinnacle of your craft and owning it without apology. Both Nicki and Eminem have faced immense criticism and countless challengers throughout their careers. This song is their victory lap, a testament to their resilience and talent.

The song carries a powerful lesson: your success is yours to claim. Don’t shrink yourself to make others comfortable. It’s also a stark reminder of the corrosive nature of envy. Instead of focusing on tearing down those who have succeeded, the track inspires you to build your own kingdom. It’s about channeling your energy into your own greatness, so you too can one day feel that sense of majesty.

Ultimately, “Majesty” is a musical power trip in the best way possible. It’s a song you listen to when you need to remember your own strength and potential. What’s your take on “Majesty”? Does it pump you up, or do you hear a different story within the lyrics? I’d love to know what you think!

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